To Hector

A little piece of Heaven fallen to the Earth Lightness made heavy In the transubstantiation Of birth Kindled from the darkness Sung into being From an infinite shining no-thing: Thrown-blown Ringing-round Singing Bringing Divinity Free from useless suffering Though you must be beset with pain from time to time No one has the power to let you down Yet it be in your false expectation of them That applies equally to your view of you My lovely bones! Find your way among the cherry blossom paths Riding the apple carts ‘down the rivers of the windfall light’ See clearly and be that soulful defender Hector! And to Hell with the consequences. Sow without care of reaping Keeping faith with b...View all